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Under your feet are the ashes of all the bridges you've burnt.

I wouldn't call you Judas, because you didn't even kiss me when you betrayed me.

Buried underneath your hatred, don't you feel suffocated?

Oh dear, did you miss me?

Beware, Beware, for the queen you court a war with never plays fair.

Oh darling... Look how godless you are.

If you were trying to bring down a peg or two, it seems you're failing quite miserably.

You whip and you bleed me, and god, I hope you choke on my poisoned blood.

Gods are never so divine than when they bleed.

You have not one ounce of nobleness in you, for all your deeds are foul.

Gold is so warm when it lays against my neck, but I hope it's cold when it pierces your leaden heart.